Innocence Taken (31 page)

Web looked over his shoulder and groaned. With the Sheriff's department, he knew what he was getting into. With this pair, he had no idea what would happen from one moment to the next. It was okay though, as long as he had Nature at his side, he could put up with anything. He turned his head toward her. “Love you, wife."

"Love you back, husband.” The two had married while they were still in the hospital, with Sandy and, of all people, Franklin, as the persons giving them away. They had not wanted to wait until they returned to Montana.

Sandy joined them with the drinks. She sat down to finish watching the sunset, a folded piece of paper clutched in her hand. Nature lifted an eyebrow in question. Her secretary ignored her.

The coming darkness replaced the shades of pink and crickets sang their welcome before Sandy rose to her feet. She slipped her chair under the table and went inside. Nature jumped to her feet. In her haste to go after her secretary, she forgot about pushing him inside. He started to say something, but the door slammed shut, cutting him off. He gawked in disbelief.

Within seconds, she returned, her face red with embarrassment. She propped the door open and nearly pitched him out of the chair trying to get him inside quickly. He grabbed the wheels and stopped her forward momentum, before she killed him. “It's okay. I'll make it. Go on ahead. I'll be there in a few."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure. Now get. Sandy's waiting for you."

She pecked him on his cheek and darted down the hall to the study with the fireplace. He watched as she disappeared, waving. It was good to see her so alive, especially after looking dead for so long. It also felt good to have a family again, even if it involved being married to an unpredictable psychic and her strong willed secretary. He rolled down the hallway and arrived in time to hear Sandy talking about the next case, a case involving a missing man with Alzheimer's and the family that wanted him back. He shook his head and shut the door with a smile..

Janet started writing at the young age of 42 while trying to help her son find his own words. Since then, the passion for writing has taken over. When not working as a registered nurse, she is at her computer, pounding on the keyboard, creating new worlds. On the other hand, she could be found sitting on the back porch enjoying the gentle breeze, wreaking havoc on her laptop. Her genres include sci-fi, suspense, and will soon include mysteries and a fictional work about a man having a stroke. Janet resides in the warm state of Florida with her son, furry friends known as cats, and a neurotic dog named Sunny.

"I love to entertain the reader. I don't like to drag the story on with a bunch of pondering over lost things or things not done, or repeating an idea several times within a few pages. I like to keep the story flowing, to keep the reader wanting to see what's happening next. Yet, I had to make sure to balance the down times my characters had to have, as well. By doing this, I allow the reader time to recover before I sling them into another adventurous part of my book. When I hear people say, “You're going to go places.", “I loved it.", “When is the sequel coming? I can't wait for the next book.", and so many other nice statements, I feel like I've done my job. I've entertained them."